“A month ago,” I said.“Don’t mistake me, how did you agree to marry a guy very much older than you?”“My parents forced me to do so.”“O..., so sad,” he said and he put his right hand on my left shoulder. I felt a bit uneasy as I was wearing a sleeveless blouse and his hand was making contact with my skin.“Do you like this place, dear?” he asked.“Yeah, this place is good.”“Do you drink?”“No, my husband will not let me do it”“What if I give him some work and send him home?”“He will find out when I. Bhabhi ka husband to zyadatar tour par hi rehta tha kabhi lucknow kabhi ahmedabaad kabhi kahi kabhi kahi. Ek din yun hua ki bbhabhi ke husband gaye hue the aur mere ghar wale bhi out of delhi gaye the aur kamre ki chabi bhabhi ko de gaye, mujhe gharwalo ne phone kar ke bata diya tha ki chabi bhabhi ke paas hai. Mein ghar pe aaya aur seedha bhabhi ke kamre ki bell bajai to bhabhi nikli us waqt unhone blue colour ka deep neck suit pehen rakha tha aur sir pe dupatta bhi nahi tha waise bhabhi ka. A big smile appears on your face. You walk slowly over to me, never taking your eyes off of my legs, as you get closer I open them slightly wider before crossing them, teasing you all the more after giving you a slight glimpse. You sit down next to me and rest your hand at the top of my thigh, just above the hem of my dress. You lean over to whisper in my ear and ask me if I'm horny, I don’t reply, I just smile at you, quickly slide my finger into my wet pussy, and bring my finger up to your. I looked in the mirror at my aching pussy. It had taken such a beating lately. Dildos and eggs every day and night and then being fisted this morning, I was so sore! I realized though, the more I thought about what was being done to me the wetter I got. OH MY GOD, Brent is right I am a slut arent I? maybe I deserve this. I had always been a tease as a teenager, id flirt with any guy I thought was cute and took great pleasure in making them as hard as possible, all without touching them, then.